High points from El Camino Real
Love is in the air on El Camino Real this week as folks start making plans for Valentines Day on Friday.
I bet you won’t be able to get in a restaurant on Friday night without reservations.
If you haven’t already made plans you better get it done. I’ve got to get your eight bits’ worth of news done before I can start making plans for my Valentine.
I was sorry to hear about the passing of George Knott this past week.
George was 79 years old. It seems like every time I ran into George he was fishing or hunting are talking about fishing and hunting.
George and his wife Charlotte were good people. Please keep his family in your prayers this week as they mourn his passing.
Pernia Mae Hogg passed away on Saturday. She was 80 years old. She worked at Toby Sartain’s café, The Country Kettle, for many years when it was across from the auto parts store. She was the daughter of Ada and Ike Tyler.
Pernia Mae and her sisters were always nice to me and I enjoyed seeing them around town. Please keep her family in your prayers during this time of loss.
I had a Valentine memory that popped into my head the other day. When I was Justice of the Peace, the Hall of Justice was located right behind the Pic-N-Go by the red light.
As with most convenience stores, they kept a fryer going with fried chicken, Hot Pockets, crispitos and other “healthy” treats.
They always had some kind of odd items on the counter to catch your eye for a quick sale.
One February I walked over to the store to get something to drink, and they had artificial long stem roses sticking out of the holes of a display box on the counter by the fried chicken.
When I looked closer I realized what they were -- red lace panties folded into the shape of a rose and stuck on the end of a green plastic stem.
My mind pondered the idea for only a second as I wondered how you would know what size rose to buy in order to have the right size lace panties?
I mean if you brought home a panty rose the size of a chrysanthemum, you might be in trouble.
The second thing that went through my mind was, what would my wife say if I bought her such a gift? The only good thing I could see about the whole panty rose idea was that they all smelled like fried chicken.
I think most of the true romantics in Alto go to the big white tent they set up in the parking lot of the grocery store every Valentine’s Day to buy for their sweethearts.
That reminds me, I need to get to the Dollar General before all the good cards are gone.
National Signing Day was on Wednesday.
This is the day when high school athletes sign with the schools they plan to play for in the upcoming year. Alto High School had four students sign on Wednesday.
Josh Castillo is going to Bethany College in Kansas for football; Todd Duplichain is going to East Texas Baptist University in Marshall for football; Harmon West is going to (UTSA) the University of Texas San Antonio for football; and Abbie Teutsch is going to McPherson in Kansas to play softball.
Congratulations to these four Yellowjackets as they take their next step into the world of collegiate athletics.
We haven’t had any of the Coronavirus on El Camino Real as far as I know, but the flu has been raging.
They closed school in Wells for two days last week, to try and prevent the spread of the flu.
Wash your hands, wash your hands, and then wash them some more.
If you are sick stay at home, so you don’t contaminate everybody else.
You might think you are indispensable and can’t miss a day, but you aren’t. The graveyard is full of people who thought they couldn’t be replaced.
Folks keeping talking about what a dry winter we’ve had, but I haven’t seen any evidence of it.
The ponds are full, the rye grass and clover is growing tall, and mud holes are readily available.
I think someone has a hole in their rain gauge. We’ll need every drop we get by August, so I’m not going to fuss about any of it.
I feel like I’m cutting you a little short this week, but sometimes no news is good news in a little town like ours.
If you have something that needs to be said then drop me a line and let me know about it.
I’ll see ya next week!
And remember, Respect the old when you are young. Help the weak when you are strong. Confess the fault when you are wrong. Because one day in life, you will be old, weak, and wrong.
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